Followed by the Chaotic Creature
Who Sits In My Chair

I woke up the next night and saw my mother's face. He looks upset and angry. And also worry. He was happy to see me awake.

"Sorry, mom!"

"Sleep again! Mama will be here to take care of you" said my mother, peeping at my forehead.

"Papa?" my many.

"Papa's going to see you tomorrow."

The next day my father waited until noon, after which he was replaced by Angga. My condition's improving. I told Angga all the events I experienced. He listened to my story seriously while peeling an apple for me.

"I was lucky to meet good demons who didn't want to eat me" I half joked.

"You were arrested and locked up for 3 days is still good." I could only laugh while scratching my cheek, hearing his response.

"You might be a little lucky. Because there are many other supernatural beings out there who could have harmed you. You should be careful next time!" Angga. I nodded in response.

"But I don't understand, how can I damage the protectors they put up without me noticing?" my many.

"The shield probably feels the power within you, and thinks of it as a threat, and vice versa. Thinking that the shield would hurt you, you unknowingly destroyed it. Maybe it's like that. This is my estimate."

"Then it could be bad if it happened again. I can't go anywhere. Is there no way to handle it?"

"I'll try to talk about this with Grandpa."

"I'm a kangen grandpa. After I recover, can I meet him?"

"I'll ask grandpa first if he has time for our visit. Lately, grandpa's been busy until it's hard to find."

My grandfather was also a great psychic. That's my assumption. He helps people who are involved with supernatural things. Grandfather said it was an ability passed down from his ancestors first. He also learned a lot from Grandpa. He already considered Angga as his successor.

Unfortunately my mother and Angga's mother did not like such things. Maybe that is also what makes grandfather so often at odds with his two daughters.

"Do you think my strength is also an inheritance like yours? I don't really understand. I think my powers are just the ability to see them. But I can even communicate with them. And my strength is not just that."

Angga stopped moving his hands and looked at me. "From what I saw the power wasn't coming from yourself so it was different from me and grandfather. That power envelops you some sort of aura or a thin blanket that protects your entire body."

"I don't know in detail what the impact is on your body. But grandpa said it's safe in the meantime. You just have to learn to control it. If that power even destroyed the shield of the demon world, then that power was quite large and dangerous."

Angga's words made me think a lot of things. Why do I have this power? Who gave it to him? Does he mean good or does he mean bad ?

After three days in the hospital, I finally returned to school. The school building consists of three floors and two gates. First class consists of six classes and is placed on the first floor.

Based on the information from the teacher who visited me in the hospital, my class was in room 6, the last classroom.

I stopped in front of the class. My bad experience in SD used to make me doubtful. How will the class react to seeing me? What was their response to what I experienced at the camp?

I didn't care what people were talking about me. I took a deep breath, steadying my steps into the classroom.

Classes are crowded. The students were chatting with each other. But there are also those who are engrossed in their own activities. No one noticed me coming in.

I continued my steps towards the row to the back two. But who's that sitting in my chair?

There was a female disciple already sitting first in my chair. He looked down at the table like he was writing something. I couldn't see her face because her hair had fallen down on the side of her face.

My countryman seemed to be busy chatting with a friend in the front seat so he didn't care about the friend next to him.

"This is my seat. Can you move?"

The girl stopped writing. Then, he lunged at me, until I was surprised to jump back and hit the table.

He brought his face closer to my face. So close that I could see veins protruding from his face, making his pale corpse-like skin even scarier.

The girl laughed like crazy. With his big mouth open. The veins of his face protruding slowly tore through his skin. Blood began to seep from the scratches of his wound.

Suddenly someone grabbed my shoulder. I looked over and saw a student standing next to me.

"You okay?" tanyakanya. I nodded slowly.

I looked back to the front. The girl has vanished. My chair's empty.

"Why don't you sit down? You still sick? I heard you were taken care of. Do you want me to take you to the UKS?"

"No need. I'm doing fine. Thank you," I said as I sat in the chair that the mad girl had occupied. I just realized that my classmates were staring at me."

"Oh yes introduce, my name is Laila," said the student again as she extended her hand to me inviting acquaintance.

"My name is Melya" I said, welcoming her hand.

"Friends have chosen me as the head of this class. So if you need something you can come to me" he said warmly.

"Alright," I said.

He seems to be a friendly and caring person. It was only fitting that he was elected class president. He returned to his seat in front.

The teacher has entered the class to begin the lesson. Unfortunately I still think about that crazy girl. I shouldn't have to just rebuke it! I grumbled inwardly in my heart.

Though I have seen them often, but still I can be surprised by their sudden actions like that.

Just the first day I had a warm welcome from the residents here. Ah, crap! It was so upset.

The bell rang, one by one the children left the classroom.

"Melya, wait!" Laila called as I was about to leave the classroom. I stopped at the door and looked at him.

"Take it! Here's your locker key."

"Locker locker. What's for?"

"Oh yeah. I forgot to tell you. Each student is given a locker to store his personal belongings. And this is yours."

"Thank you!" say accept.

The locker box is placed in front of the class according to the number of students in the class. I noticed the number hanging on the key.

"Number 12. Number 12.." I muttered while looking for my locker number. I finally found it. When I opened it, there was a loud noise.

"Dugs! Dugm! Dug!" his voice came from inside the locker. There's something knocking on the locker wall inside.

"What's that sound?"